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When; Wednesday afternoon
Rating; PG, most likely.
Characters; Gabriel Sylar makes_you_tick and Mohinder Suresh orderonto
Summary; Mohinder agrees to meet Gabriel to talk.
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Gabriel reached the doors to the Turnabout Cafe early- a look to the nearest clock told him he was only about ten minutes ahead of schedule. He really should fix his own watch now that he ran on a schedule, he knew, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. He wasn't ready for that sort of step.

He found himself nervous as he waited in the lobby of the cafe. It wasn't something he'd let himself show outwardly, of course, but he'd been wanting to talk to Mohinder face-to-face for awhile now. It would give him a much better indication than the network of how genuine Mohinder thought he was being. So maybe nervous wasn't the right word- rather, he was excited. He had made progress with Peter and had plans for Elle, he was on speaking terms with Eden, and now he was making some sort of progress with Mohinder. It was very encouraging.

He wasn't wearing black for once, although the dark grey dress shirt probably wasn't far enough off the mark. He just couldn't make himself go back to sweater vests and cardigans, and he didn't feel he needed to. However, the formal clothing and glasses made him give off the air of a bank teller, and he felt rather nerdy as he told the hostess that he was waiting for someone. He grabbed a newspaper and sat in one of the lounge chairs, pretending he wasn't keeping an eye on the clock.

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Mohinder wasn't particularly hungry; in fact, his stomach was in knots and his pulse like a butterfly, but eating a meal was not the point, and he's not sure this was a good idea to begin with. Nothing was stopping him from making these decisions though, not really. He's had them meet somewhere public, at a busy time, because he assumed that this will somehow lessen the likelihood of his being attacked by Sylar if he does or says the wrong thing. Possibly an incorrect assumption, and he knew it.

Still, determination and curiosity were one thing. Nervously walking into the cafe another entirely, and when his eyes set on Sylar's shoulders his breath caught and his legs seized up, wanting to take him in the other direction. Flight reflexes. But that would be the worst decision possible in the moment.

He picked at his gloves, working them off while he stared across the short distance to the place where the other man was seated.

"Hello."

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Gabriel was instantly up on his feet, folding his newspaper neatly and setting it back on the chair. He had one of those disarming grins on his face.

"Mohinder, hello." He closed the distance between them with a few steps. "Good to see you, thank you for coming. I'd ask you how you've been, but we already talked about that recently. You want to go find a seat? I've heard so much about this place, but I've never made it here before."

He spoke leisurely, with a friendly tone, but taking care to leave out any of the nervous tics he'd inserted into his conversation a few months prior when he was pretending to be Zane.

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Mohinder, for his part, did not find Sylar's disarming grin very disarming, and he looked up at the other man with a blank but non-threatening sort of expression, before nodding curtly and walking around him to find a nearby seat with high benches, so that whatever conversation they would have would be somewhat more private.

He couldn't be too unfriendly, he reminded himself. He did ask for Sylar to do this for him and meet him.

"I hear that you've been spending time with Peter Petrelli."

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The complete lack of a reaction made Sylar's smile fade slightly. He'd been hoping for something- worry, disgust, something. He turned and followed, looking curious as he sat next to Mohinder.

He wasn't entirely sure how to react to the statement. He hadn't been trying to advertise his 'bonding time' with Peter too much- he knew how the others would react. "That's right," he said carefully. If Mohinder watched Gabriel's face closely, he might notice telekinesis adjusting Gabriel's glasses. "He's been helping me."